The Givenness of the Oak Leaves
By Poetry Issue 102
All I can do now is recount their appearance: simple swamp white oak leaves.
Read MoreApocryphon
By Poetry Issue 102
In the virgin’s garden a ladder is kept for angels to step up & down.
Read MoreI Had a Little Trouble Believing in God
By Poetry Issue 102
Growing old is a form of gloating decay where your deepest lines are written by laughter and gravity.
Read MoreThings to Think about While Shaving
By Poetry Issue 102
Growing old is a form of gloating decay where your deepest lines are written by laughter and gravity.
Read MoreWhat Was Promised
By Poetry Issue 102
I wonder sometimes if these words are like the golden calf: molten, as in a flame, and shaped by doubt.
Read MoreNocturne
By Poetry Issue 102
It’s three a.m., that empty hour
when gangs of theologians prowl the streets looking for some stray angel to accost.
Scene
By Poetry Issue 102
What angel will descend this night, will light this wire-strung alley to draw the fallen upward?
Read MoreTonight, I Travel Back to Allston Street
By Poetry Issue 102
I love you. That human line of language, three syllables and eight letters with two spaces in between.
Read MoreSilence Is Sufficient Grace
By Poetry Issue 102
Today I am going to try not knowing, learn little and get nothing out of it.
Read MoreBenediction
By Poetry Issue 102
Every time my father dies, I write a poem.
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